The World Is Mine For The Taking

After a long while, she finally pulled her mouth off my cock, her lips parting slowly with a wet pop. Thick strings of saliva stretched and clung stubbornly between us, drooling down and sticking to the shaft, glistening in the light as if refusing to let go. It looked filthy and obscene, and yet… so fucking erotic.

"Fufufufu… Now, it seems you're more than ready. My vagina is also wet enough to take you in, Lord Leon," she whispered, her voice dripping with lust.

She wasn't lying.

Her pussy was soaking—no, it was absolutely drenched. It wasn't just wet, it was gushing so much that it almost felt like it was raining straight down on me. Her juices were dripping endlessly, splashing against my face, sliding across my skin, covering me with her scent and stickiness. My face was practically coated with her nectar, so much so that every breath I took carried her intoxicating, musky sweetness.

Her body shifted slowly, fluidly, with that kind of practiced grace only a woman who had lived and fucked for centuries could have. She slid herself forward, switching positions—moving from being opposite me to straddling me face to face.

And then she kissed me.

Her lips pressed hard against mine, soft yet firm, tasting faintly of herself. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, teasing, curling around mine, moving with a confidence that made my body shiver. The kiss wasn't just passion—it was pure dominance and seduction.

She smelled divine… like her whole body radiated the essence of sex itself.

At the same time, I felt the heat of her thighs closing in, pressing my cock snugly between them. The warmth, the pressure of that flesh wrapping around me—it was almost too perfect.

Her thighs were heavenly. Smooth, soft, and impossibly tight. It was like her entire body had been designed to bring nothing but pleasure.

Of course, I already knew this because of Amon. But still, experiencing it here again, with her—it was like reliving a memory in a completely different way. They were so alike, it was impossible not to compare.

Her lips kept working against mine, devouring me, while her hips started rocking slowly. My cock slid along the slick, hot space between her thighs as she rubbed left and right, grinding me rhythmically. Each motion made my body twitch with desire. Then she shifted slightly, pulling her lips away, moving just enough so that one of her hands trailed down to my thigh.

Her palm pressed against it, and the weight of her touch sank into my skin. It wasn't heavy—it was warm, commanding. My muscles trembled under that pressure. I felt like I was going to melt right there.

This was insane.

And then, she shifted again.

Her full breasts pressed down against me, her soft flesh spreading over my chest like heated silk. My body tensed instantly at the sensation—it was almost unbearable, the way pleasure rushed up my nerves all at once.

This was too much.

Her every move was flawless. This wasn't just sex—it was five hundred years of sexual experience condensed into one woman's body, and she was unleashing all of it on me.

It was so good I almost hated it. It was dangerous—pleasure this intense made me feel like I was going to lose myself completely, like I could fly away and never come back.

And then, as if that wasn't enough, she lifted her legs slightly and pressed her feet on either side of my cock, trapping me while her breasts still crushed down against me.

She was literally using every single part of her body to overwhelm me with ecstasy.

"Is my body good, Lord Leon?" she asked, her voice sultry and teasing.

"It's… it's so good…" I groaned out, my head spinning. "So good that it feels like it's melting my brain. Is this… is this the power of age?"

"Fufufufu… It might be," she replied, smirking wickedly. "But I'm curious—why aren't you moving yet? Aren't you the kind of man who dominates? That's what Amon told me, after all."

"So Amon told you that much about me," I said, smirking back even through the haze of pleasure. "Well, she wasn't lying. I enjoy dominating women rather than being the one dominated. That's who I am. That's my ability."

"Then… you can have your way with me, you know?" she said, her tone turning into a soft purr. She guided my hand upward until it pressed against her enormous breast. The softness filled my palm, hot and heavy, her nipple hard against my skin. "Hehehe… though it feels like you're testing me, evaluating my service. But I should be the one serving you, right? Just leave everything to me for now."

She slid downward, her breasts closing in tightly around my shaft.

"However… you're always free to push me down whenever you feel like it, okay?" she added with a playful smile.

Her tits engulfed me. They were unreal, like soft marshmallows, but with weight and heat that made them even more addictive.

It was like slipping inside her pussy. Her breasts were so good, her flesh so perfect, that every part of her body felt like it was built to fuck.

She squeezed her tits around my cock, pressing and sliding, giving me a paizuri while staring straight into my eyes with a lewd, knowing look.

I clenched my jaw, teeth gritting as the pressure and friction made me tremble.

It was so fucking soft. Too fucking soft.

Her movements were deliberate, her breasts pressing and rubbing, the tightness crushing against me. The friction was out of this world—smooth, slick, and hot in ways that made my whole body shudder.

I couldn't hold back anymore.

I came hard, spurting thick loads of cum right between her tits.

"Oh my… how lively," she said with a delighted smile, watching my cock erupt white all over her chest. "How wonderful… it's so thick… and I love the smell too."

She dragged a finger through the mess coating her breasts, then brought it to her lips and sucked it clean with a lewd moan.

"Lord Leon… your semen… it turns me on so much…"

Her eyes glazed with lust as she scooped up even more, using her whole hand this time. She lifted it to her mouth and drank it greedily, licking her palm clean.

"So… how was Amon? Is she tasty? Since it was her first time with you, I bet you're the one who made her good at sex, weren't you?"

"Well, technically, my first time was with her too," I admitted, still breathing heavily.

I guess you could say we both grew together, shaping ourselves into what we were now.

"Fufufufu… I didn't know that," she said with a grin. "Amon seems to have gotten skilled. I honestly thought she wouldn't be able to use what I taught her, but I guess she managed. Still… I've got her beat."

With that, she rose to her feet. Her fingers hooked the string of her underwear and tugged lightly. The fabric slipped down her legs and fell to the floor.

And there it was—her pussy in full, glorious view.

It was drenched, dripping uncontrollably, her juices falling in thick streams like goo, almost as if she was leaking on purpose.

She was insanely horny.

Without hesitation, she straddled me again, her body hot and heavy over mine. Then, slowly but surely, she lowered her hips.

My cock slid inside her wet, tight pussy, swallowed whole in one smooth motion.